• "If I pick up the pieces at least help me glue them back together, but remember...
    You can always see the cracks.     "

    Those were the words she wrote on my hand,
    She is sick and not the doctors nor anyone knows why
    We are separating slowly like falling grains of sand,
    I thought I didn't wanting her but now I regret that lie,

    Her parents sit there acting like its just gonna go away,
    She should be going down south to figure out what's wrong,
    but this stupid country has s**t health care and she has to stay,
    I fear she's ticking like a bomb and we don't have all that long...

    I can pray to God all I want but something in me won't love,
    She's everything I ever wanted but for some reason she's not,
    I hate her anger but I desire her love and we're just push and shove,
    She won't cool down sometimes and I think sometimes she's too hot,

    But I don't care anymore I don't want to loose her,
    In someways we just don't work but,
    but I don't care anymore I don't want to to be gone,
    In someways we just don't get alone.... but...